The rolling hills moving along with the breeze
And I on a raft, drifing and takin' it easy
Just soaking up sun and staring at my own reflection
And then catch the eye of a fine, young tan maiden
Looking in my direction
Oh how I love... Summer days
Ice cream cones, the bright red haze
Brings back memories (memories) of good old times
Skateboards and surfin', divin' for dimes
I remember hanging 'round Boardwalk in Santa Cruz
And playing "Chicken" on the bumper cars
And no one'd lose
Ridin' the Giant Dipper, and holding our hands up all the way
And my brother got sick from eating 6 corn dogs that very same day
Oh how I love... Summer days
Ice cream cones, the bright red haze
Brings back memories (memories) of good old times
Skateboards and surfin', divin' for dimes
Oh, how I love... Summer days
The ice cream (oh how I love) cones
The bright red haze (summer days)
Brings back memories (Oh, how I love)
Of (summer days) good old times
Skateboards (oh, how I love) and surfin'
(Summer days) Divin' for dimes
Oh, how I love... Summer days
Oh, how I love... Summer days